vocaloid X

Vocaloid X: Welcome to the family. FIXED

  Scott was very eager that day, earlier, his employers had sent him to Tokyo. This was a big deal for Scott: He went through years of special training for the CIA, he was just itching to do his country a huge favor. Without explanation his employers put him on a plane to the capital, telling him to protect family X in the secret complex of a government building underneath Tokyo. "Hmm, Family X," Scott rubbed his chin. He liked the sound of it, but who or what is Family X? His employers only told him it was a top secret program made to protect Japan and its interests. Perhaps the program was for defending Japan, Japan did have issues with national security. Whatever it was, Scott had to think about it later: The plane's pilot had just gotten on the speaker, "Attention cabin crew and passengers, we are about to land, please fasten your seat-belts and prepare for landing," he said in an accent.

He seemed important, but he also worried he might jeopardize the mission: He did have issues controlling his temper and attitude in training. Many people called him a loose cannon. Scott shrugged, the contractors did say they needed someone lively and spirited for the job, maybe Scott was the guy they were looking for. After a few minutes, the plane landed, everyone got up and in single file lines, gathered their luggage and walked out the plane. "Well, lets get going," Scott laughed, he took his briefcase with him, then headed out of the plane on the far left, into the airport terminal.  The airport was filled with usual business mean, busy families that were greeting long lost aunts and uncles, and a few funny "foreigners" that came to visit Tokyo. Scott paid little attention to them, what he needed to do was find his escort. Scott opened his briefcase and pulled out his small letter, on it were coded words.

The seed of Japan has been planted, and you are its gardener.

Whoever his contact was would surely understand what this letter meant and then bring him to secret complex. Scott handed the piece of paper to a few people, none of them understood what it meant though. Of course, a few people tried to decipher the message. Some said it meant that spring was coming, some children in the airport thought Scott was a farmer. One dirty old man said something that Scott didn't need to repeat.

The hours passed by, the sun was ready to set on him. "Well, looks like I'll have to find the complex my-" suddenly, a small framed women, around the age of 18, wore glasses and had a small lab coat. She had red, blush cheeks, her eyes were bright brown and had short, black hair with two ponytails on the back. She ran into him. The impact of the lady's surprising weight knocked him off the ground.  "Sorry, so sorry," she bowed. Scott got back up, wiping the dust off his coat. "It's fine, I need to go anyway." "Wait," she took a breath of fresh air, "Have you seen this man.. he has a coat," Scott nodded, "Like the one I'm wearing?" "Yeah, and he has this black briefcase," she used her hands to show Scott the size of it. "Hmm, it's as big as mine," She bowed. "Right, and he carried this funny, yet stupid line that people can't understand, like the on you're holding in your hands." Then the women stared at Scott, she stepped closer to him and stared at his face. "Uh.." "Sorry, you just look like someone I'm supposed to meet up with-" "Um, that's probably because I am." She squealed happily, shaking Scot's body. "Ack," he gently shoved her aside, "Weren't you going to bring me somewhere?" "Right! We need to bring you to that place my boss runs," she grabbed him and dragged his body out of the terminal, dragged him near the curb of the street and threw him into a black limousine, slammed the car door on him, then leaned in through the window.

"Hey, when you get to the complex, don't tell them about what happened, just say.. you got stuck in traffic-" "Yeah, yeah, that's nice," Scott closed the car window. "Oh, and my name is Haruka!" she yelled, her voice muffle d by the car window. Argh, what a strange women, Scott thought. The driver flipped the switch for the car on, the engine hummed into life and drove Scott through Tokyo. Scott looked through the car window and a saw a few things that made him interested in Tokyo: A radio tower in the center of Tokyo lit the entire city brightly, the roads and highways led the car through a number of clever routes into underground tunnels and intersections.